117: Chinese football, number one in the world?!

While everyone was discussing, a slightly louder voice rang out in the field.

"Mina-san, sorry for the interruption."

"Could you let us say a few words first?"

The field fell silent. Stephen Chow looked towards the source of the sound and first saw a hand raised tremblingly.

The speaker was none other than Kenjiro, who was kneeling at the base of the wall.

Stephen Chow walked over.

"Of course."

"We in the Dragon Country are quite friendly towards international friends!"

"And speech is even more free!"

"Gentlemen, what do you want to say?"

Kenjiro scanned the faces of his team members, then shouted, "Ready, start!"

The Japanese Team Members suddenly spoke in unison.

"We in Japan are too weak. Dragon Country's football techniques are truly powerful; we admit defeat!"

Everyone was stunned.

Whoa, so sudden?

They even asked if they could say a few words, yet their admission of defeat was so tactful.

Perhaps because there was no time to rehearse, these Japanese people didn't shout in perfect unison.

But their tone was absolutely sincere. By the end, many people were even improvising.

Phrases like "Dragon Country's leg power is invincible, number one in Asia," "Dragon Country Kung Fu, one of the eight wonders of the Blue Star," and "Dragon Country people are just awesome" all came out!

Finally, they actually synced up perfectly again, shouting "Dragon Country Football, number one in the world!"

Stephen Chow let out a loud laugh, "Ahahaha!"

"Gentlemen, well said."

Everyone on the field showed a gratified smile, and the live stream chat was jubilant.

"This guy, shouting it so many times—is he afraid we won't feel satisfied hearing it just once?"

"Exactly, he's surprisingly thoughtful."

"That shout really came from the bottom of their hearts. We didn't even tell them to use the phrase 'number one in the world'."

"Probably scared by our Brother Lin's leg power. Didn't you see them kneeling for so long without daring to get up? Maybe they're afraid Brother Lin might accidentally give their knees a kick."

Seeing such a scene, the Dragon Country football players who had just rushed to the scene upon hearing the news were in a daze.

After finishing the match this morning, they were still the losers at the hands of these Japanese people. How did it become 'number one in the world' in just a moment?

Crucially, these Japanese people were kneeling while shouting, and shouting with such effort, looking completely convinced.

Hiss.

This Film Crew really has a way with violence.

Until a player holding a phone gasped in the crowd and cried out.

"Holy crap, everyone, come look!"

In an instant, all the Dragon Country players gathered around.

On the phone was a clip from the live stream, specifically the video of Lin Pei taking on all the Japanese Team Members alone and finally successfully scoring a goal.

Chen Qiang, the Dragon Country football coach, his eyes turned green.

With this kind of skill, if he could join the Dragon Country National Team and serve the country, the future of Dragon Country football would be saved!

After Chen Qiang's eager gaze scanned the field, his feet seemed to have motors installed as he lunged towards Lin Pei.

Lin Pei was already chewing on potato chips given by Lin Zicong, happily immersing himself in memorizing lines.

He was startled when he looked up and saw the panting Chen Qiang.

Whoa.

Why are this guy's eyes so green? Is he poisoned?

Lin Pei, who possessed the Mighty Vajra Foot, almost instinctively kicked out to "detoxify" this brother.

But since the other party's condition was uncertain, he restrained himself.

Looking at the clothes, is this someone from the national football team?

Lin Pei nodded and greeted him.

Lin Zicong, who was squatting nearby stealing some braised pork, looked up and was a bit puzzled to see Chen Qiang panting so hard.

"Buddy, how many laps did you run to get this tired?"

"Just finished a match?"

Chen Qiang looked back at where he had just been standing.

Damn, it was only about fifty meters from here.

Right, why was he panting so hard after running only fifty meters?

Why does it feel like I'm being looked down upon by a fat guy?

Lin Zicong lifted his jacket, revealing the stash at his waist.

"Want some Happy Water to refresh yourself?"

Lin Pei raised an eyebrow.

So this brother is so generous, actively offering snacks even to strangers?

Truly a rare case of great selfless love.

Just as he was thinking that, he heard Lin Zicong add another sentence.

"Extra-large version, two hundred a can."

Lin Pei's temples tightened as he heard this.

How much "extra" do you have to add for it to be so many times more expensive than a normal one? Two hundred a can—it's not like it's tea leaves.

He really knows how to set a price; even tourist attractions aren't as exaggerated as him.

This is way too shady.

Forget it, just pretend he never thought about that "great selfless love" thing.

However, what he didn't expect was that the person in front of him actually nodded and paid the money.

Lin Pei was completely speechless.

This guy is a total sucker; I'm truly impressed.

After Chen Qiang took a sip of the sky-high priced Happy Water, he felt his excited mood calm down slightly.

Facing Lin Pei, he directly extended an invitation.

"Mr. Lin, right? I am Chen Qiang, the coach of our Dragon Country National Football Team."

"Your leg power is so good, would you consider joining our football team?"

"If you can join, I dare say there's hope for the future of Dragon Country football!"

Lin Pei was quite skilled at refusing this kind of invitation.

Because ever since he became an actor, people were always trying to get him to change careers.

He still occasionally receives calls from Captain Xu of the Hengcheng Criminal Police Officer team, asking if he'd consider joining the force.

Lin Pei smiled.

"Coach Chen, thank you for the kind offer."

"But I'm sorry, I'm an actor, and I only want to delve deep into the path of acting in the future."

Seeing how decisively he refused, Chen Qiang couldn't even open his mouth to try and persuade him further, feeling only great regret.

Guzzling the Happy Water didn't make his desolate heart feel any better.

This two-hundred-a-can Happy Water didn't make him any happier than a two-fifty-a-can one.

However, before he could finish the Happy Water, he was pushed aside by a group of his own players.

The players crowded around Lin Pei, appearing even more eager than Chen Qiang.

After all, they had lost the match in the morning; the most embarrassed ones were the players themselves.

"Brother Lin, even if you don't join the team, could you give us a little guidance?"

"Yeah, yeah, Coach Chen is getting old too. You can let him retire early and take his place."

"Agreed. Coach Chen has worked too hard all these years. Now he's panting like crazy after running five hundred meters; it's time to let him rest."

On the side, Chen Qiang was so angry he almost crushed the Happy Water can.

Fine, fine, every single one of you is looking down on me, huh?

He hadn't even started looking down on them yet! After teaching them for so many years, they couldn't even score a single goal. Useless!

Even if Lin Pei is amazing, he definitely wouldn't be able to teach these idiots.

And besides, is it illegal for a team to have two coaches? Do I have to retire early?

Indignantly taking another gulp of the drink, Chen Qiang grumbled.

He must have bought a can of "Depression Water" for two hundred yuan; his whole being felt off after drinking it. Ptooey... Thanks to [Qingzhu¥] for the tip.